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imue's ears would flick in Aryth's direction as he spoke, though her eyes were fully trained ahead on the woman who told the briefest and of course, most generic, version of her story. Leave it to Rhiannon to remain cryptic on most subjects... She thought to herself, shaking her head with an unreadable expression until her brows knit together and she attempted a smile. "I hope they know it will take a bit more than that to 'remove' a Sister of Samhain."

She nodded in Rhiannon's direction and flashed her an encouraging smile although her eyes still held deep concern for her friend's well-being. Nimue then turned to Aryth, her smile fading into a frown that darkened her features. "You see now? The world must change, Aryth...and we who are beckoned by that Voice...we must be the change we want to see in the world..." Nim gave the her colleague a meaningful look, in hopes that he understood.

@Arythmetik @Rhiannon

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A R Y T H M E T I K

Aryth watched the moment of affection between the two women with a mite of jealousy. Not because he felt left out, but because he’d never experienced that kind of friendship until now. His youth in the College was quite lonely, and many of his closest acquaintances were gone or too busy to chat. On his own part, the male had always been somewhat reserved. His propriety often kept him from forming close connections with other wolves. At least, until recently. He was growing, and he was happy. He had Nim, he had Grigori… And he wished Grigori was here right now, so he could feel that warm embrace. Aryth smiled, and timid (albeit platonic) affection blossomed in his heart as Nimue returned to his side. One other item of significance caught his attention: Nim referred to the pair as “Sisters of Samhain.” These women believed in the powers of the universe guiding him; Aryth wondered what else they believed in.


Rhiannon explained that she was imprisoned merely for speaking her opinions on the crown. As the implications settled over the trio, Aryth’s emerald eyes widened. King Adamh wore a mask of diplomacy and gentleness, but if he was willing to toss a she-wolf in the dungeons merely for speaking out, what would he do next? Aryth glanced down at Nimue helplessly, his lips parted ever so slightly. “Be the change,” he repeated thoughtfully. Then he stammered, “W-we?” For a moment, the professor glanced down into the murky water around their paws, thinking. After what felt like an eternity, he lifted his gaze and said, “I always hoped that Queen Aileen would return, that the citizens of Rionnach would oust the nobles that exiled her, and that honor would be restored to our country. But it’s been nearly two years. And in those two years, I’ve seen no improvements with this monarchy, nor any sign of Prince Jacob’s return…”


Aryth paused, then glanced between the two ethereal women. “It’s treasonous what we say here. We’re safe in these brambles, but if news somehow spread to Castle Stuart, I imagine they’d snatch us from our homes and do worse than simply toss us in jail for a few weeks. I’m not a brave man, and I never pretended to be.” He sighed softly, then looked at his Lady of the Lake. “But I want to be your counsel. I want to help you, both of you. You’re the heroes this country needs, especially if Prince Jacob isn’t coming back. I’ve told you before, Nim, that I doubt we could transition immediately into democracy. That being said, what happened to you, Siren…Rhiannon…was unacceptable. I’m tired of all the deception and violence. I don’t know about this Voice you’re hearing…but if you take Rionnach a step in the right direction, I’ll be behind you.”

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@Nimue @Rhiannon
ooc. You could consider this as Aryth's offer to be an "advisor" or political consultant for the Sisters of Samhain! LOL He's not officially switching to Voxi yet, although I can almost guarantee he will once he finds out how violent Jacob actually is. These ladies have Aryth's support! >:3

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he enchantress watched in stunned silence as Nimue returned to the male’s side, but she was careful to hide her disappointment in the other’s choice. Rhiannon was confused and unsettled about the seemingly close relationship between Nimue and the male previously known as Belladonna.

Arythmetik’s expression was one of contemplation, and he took his time coming to conclusions about so-called queens and kings. The monarchy was useless to her, and she was silent as he sought to express his thoughts. Once he found his words, however, there were a great many of them, and Rhiannon’s narrowed eyes did not leave the scholar as he spoke.

He agreed that Rhiannon’s imprisonment was wrong, and the woman of magic gave a curt nod in response. ”Who is to say what wolves they may capture next? If they come for dissenters, then who will they lock up afterwards?”

Arythmetik finished his speech, offering his assistance; Rhiannon remained a skeptic – it was in her nature not to trust, after all, especially the men of her species. She spoke suddenly, in a low voice, ”Very well. I must be off now.” She cast the brute a final look, one of feigned neutrality and stoicism, though she did not trust him any more than she could trust any other of his gender. Her violet-hued eyes turned to Nimue, briefly, before she turned to leave without further comment.

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